Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

Bru. And my heart too.

Cas. O Brutus!.

Bru. What's the matter ?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor which my mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth
When you are over earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

A DIALOGUE, written in the year 1776, by Mr. ANDRUS,
Yale College, since deceased.

Blithe. HOW now, Mr. Hunks? have you settled the con

troversy with Baxter ?

Hunks. Yes, to a fraction, upon condition that he would pay me six per cent upon all notes and bonds, from the date until they were discharged.

Elithe. Then it seems you have brought him to your own terms?

Hunks. Indeed I have: I would settle with him upon no other. Men now a-days think it a dreadful hardship to pay a little interest: and will quibble a thousand ways to fool a body out of his just property: But I've grown too old to be cheated in that manner. I take care to secure the interest as well as the principal. And to prevent any difficulty, I take new notes every year, and carefully exact interest upon interest, and add it to the principal.

Blithe. You don't exact interest upon interest! this looks a little like extortion.

Hunks. Extortion! I have already lost more than five hundred pounds, by a number of rascally bankrupts. I won't trust a farthing of my money without interest upon interest.

Blithe. I see I must humor his foible, there's no other way to deal with him. [aside.]

Hunks. There's no security in men's obligations, in these times. And if I've a sum of money in the hands of those we call good chaps, I'm more plagu'd to get it than 'tis all worth. They would be glad to turn me off with mere rubbish, if they could. I'd rather keep my money in my own chest, than let it out for such small interest as I have for it.

Blithe. There's something, I confess, in your observations.

We never know when we are secure, unless we have our property in our chests or in lands.

Hunks. That's true. I'd rather have my property in lands at three per cent, than in the hands of the best man in this town at six-it is a fact. Lands will grow higher when the

wars are over.

Blithe. You're entirely right. I believe if I'd as much money as you, I should be of the same mind.

Hunks. That's a good disposition. We must all learn to take care of ourselves, these hard times. But I wonder how it happens, that your disposition is so different from your son's -he's extremely wild and profuse-I should think it was not possible for you, with all your prudence and dexterity, to get money as fast as he would spend it.

Blithe. Oh, he's young and airy: we must make allowance for such things; we used to do so ourselves when we were young men.

Hunks. No, you're mistaken; I never wore a neckcloth nor a pair of shoe-buckles, on a week day, in my life. But that is now become customary among the lowest ranks of people.

Blithe. You have been very singular; there are few men in our age that have been so frugal and saving as you have. But we must always endeavor to conform ourselves a little to the custom of the times. My son is not more extravagant than other young people of his age. He loves to drink a glass of wine sometimes, with his companions, and to appear pretty gaily drest; but this is only what is natural and customary for every one. I understand he has formed some connexions with your eldest daughter, and I should be fond of the alliance, if I could gain your approbation in the matter.

Hunks. The custom of the times will undo us all-There's no living in this prodigal age. The young people must have their bottles, their tavern dinners and dice, while the old ones are made perfect drudges to support their luxury.

Blithe. Our families, Sir, without doubt, would be very hap py in such a connexion, if you would grant your consent.

Hunks. I lose all patience when I see the young beaux and fops, strutting about the streets in their laced coats and ruffled shirts, and a thousand other extravagant articles of expence. Blithe. Sir, I should be very glad if you would turn your altion to the question I proposed.

Hunks. There's one half of these coxcomical spendthrifts t can't pay their taxes, and yet they are constantly running

into debt, and their prodigality must be supported by poor, honest, laboring men.

Blithe. This is insufferable; I'm vex'd at the old fellow's impertinence-[Aside}

Hunks. The world has got to a strange pass, a very strange pass indeed; there's no distinguishing a poor man from a rich one, but only by his extravagant dress and supercilious behavior. Blithe. I abhor to see a man all mouth and no ears.

Hunks. All mouth and no ears! Do you mean to insult me to my face?

Blithe. I ask your pardon, Sir; but I've been talking to you this hour, and you have paid me no attention.

Funks. Well, and what is this mighty affair upon which you want my opinion?

Blithe. It is something you have paid very little attention to, it seems; I'm willing to be heard in my turn as well as you. I was telling you that my son had entered into a treaty of marriage with your eldest daughter, and I desire your con sent in the matter.

Hunks. A treaty of marriage! Why didn't she ask my liberty before she attempted any such thing? A treaty of marriage! I won't hear a word of it.

Blithe. The young couple are very fond of each other, and may perhaps be ruin'd if you cross their inclination.

Hunks. Then let them be ruin'd. I'll have my daughter to know she shall make no treaties without my consent.

Büthe. She's of the same mind, that's what she wants now. Hunks. But you say the treaty's already made; however I'll make it over again.

Blithe. Well, Sir, the stronger the better.
Hunks. But I mean to make it void.

Blithe. I want no trifling in the matter; the subject is not of a trifling nature. I expect you will give me a direct answer

one way or the other

Hunks. If that's what you desire, I can tell you at once; I have two very strong objections against the proposal; one is, I dislike your son; and the other is, I have determined upon an other match for my daughter.

Blithe. Why do you dislike my son, pray?

Hunks. Oh, he's like the rest of mankind, running on in this extravagant way of living. My estate was earned too hard to be trifled away in such a manner.

Blithe. Extravagant! I am sure he's very far from deserving

that character. 'Tis true, he appears genteel and fashionable among people, but he's in good business, and above board, and that's sufficient for any man.

Hunks. 'Tis fashionable, I suppose, to powder and curl at the barber's an hour or two before he visits his mistress: to pay six pence or eight pence for brushing his boots; to drink a glass of wine at every tavern: to dine upon fowls drest in the richest manner: and he must dirty two or three ruffled shirts in the journey. This is your genteel fashionable way, is it.

Blithe. Indeed, Sir, it is a matter of importance to appear decently at such a time if ever. Would you have him go as you used to do, upon the same business, dress'd in a long ill shapen coat, a greasy pair of breeches, and a flap'd hat; with your oats, in one side of your saddle-bags, and your dinner in the other? This would make an odd appearance in the present age.

Hunks. A fig for the appearance, so long as I gain'd my point, and sav'd my money, and consequently my credit. The coat you mention is the same I have on now. 'Tis not so very long as you would represent it to be-[Measuring the skirts by one leg.] See, it comes but just below the calf. This is the coat that my father was married in, and J after him. It has been in the fashion five times since it was new, and never was altered, and 'tis a pretty good coat yet.

Blithe. You've a wonderful faculty of saving your money and credit, and keeping in the fashion at the same time. I sup pose you mean by saving your credit, that money and credit are inseparably connected.

Hunks. Yes, that they are; he that has one, need not fear the loss of the other. For this reason, I can't consent to your son's proposal; he's too much of a spendthrift to merit my approbation

Blithe. If you call him a spendthrift for his generosity, Ide sire he may never merit your approbation. A reputation that's gained by saving money in the manner you have mentioned, is at best but a despicable character.

Hunks. Do you mean to call my character despicable ?

Blithe. We won't quarrel about the name, since you are so well contented with the thing.

Hunks. You're welcome to your opinion; I would not give a fiddlestick's end for your good or ill will; my ideas of reputation are entirely different from your's, or your son's, which are just the same: for I find you justify him in all his conduct. Sut as I have determined upon another match for my daughI shan't trouble myself about his behavior.

Blithe. But perhaps your proposed match will be equally disagreeable. He's a person

Hunks. No, I've no apprehension of that. of a fine genius and an excellent character.

Blithe. Sir, I desire to know who this person is that is such a genius and character, and is so agreeable to your taste.

Hunks. 'Tis my young cousin Griffin. He's heir to a great estate you know. He discovered a surprising genius almost as soon as he was born. When he was a very child, he made him a box, with one small hole in it, into which he could but just crowd his money, and could not get it out again without breaking his box; by which means he made a continual addition till he filled it, and

Blithe. Enough! enough! I've a sufficient idea of his character, without hearing another word. But are you sure you shall obtain this excellent match for your daughter?

Hunks. Oh, I'm certain on't, I assure you, and my utmost wishes are gratified with the prospect. He has a large patri mony lying between two excellent farms of mine; which are at least worth two thousand pounds. These I've given to my daughter; and have ordered her uncle to take the deeds into his own hands, and deliver them to her on the day of her marriage.

Blithe. Then it seems you've almost accomplished the business. But have you got the consent of the young gentleman in the affair.

Hunks. His consent! what need I care about his consent, so long as I've his father's, that's sufficient for my purpose. Blithe. Then you intend to force the young people to marry, if they are unwilling?

Hunks. Those two thousand pounds will soon give them a disposition, I'll warrant you.

Blithe. Your schemes, I confess, are artfully concerted. But I must tell you, for your mortification, that the young gentleman is already married.

Hunks. What do you say! already married? It can't be! I don't believe a syllable on't.

Blithe. Every syllable is true, whether you believe it or not: I received a letter this day from his father: If you wont believe me you may read it. (Gives him the letter.) There's the account in the postscript. (Points to it.)

Hunks. (reads) I had almost forgot to tell you, that last Thursday my son was married to Miss Clarry Brentford, and that ail parties